Jiang Wanning's cheeks flushed involuntarily. What kind of talk was this?

Even if she wanted to fight Fu Chenyuan, she couldn't beat him.

Jiang Wanning answered seriously, "No."

She couldn't bear to part with such a beautiful face.

"Really?" Fu Chenyuan's eyes lit up. "Then I have to thank my parents for giving me this face."

Jiang Wanning then realized what was going on and revealed her true feelings.

Don't you think my face is repulsive and disgusting?

Fu Chenyuan asked the question.

His eyes were so deep that even light couldn't penetrate them.

Jiang Wanning didn't know what had triggered Fu Chenyuan, but it was probably something she had said that touched a nerve.

Thinking of Fu Chenyuan's past wanderings, that face, that face...

She suddenly couldn't laugh anymore; her heart ached, and she understood why Fu Chenyuan had asked that question.

Jiang Wanning gently touched Fu Chenyuan's cheek, her fingers carefully describing his brow bone: "No. You are very handsome. Chenyuan, you are extremely handsome. Your face has inspired me to paint. I want to paint you, paint many, many more pictures of you. Your face is exceptionally beautiful. It's not your face's fault that others are not beautiful."

Fu Chenyuan covered Jiang Wanning's hand with his own, her palm pressed against Fu Chenyuan's cheek.

His eyes lit up because of Jiang Wanning's words.

"Young Miss, I believe everything you say."

Jiang Wanning hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Perhaps we've met before?"

But she really had no recollection of it.

Fu Chenyuan held her hand, lowered his head and kissed Jiang Wanning's palm. Her palm was very sensitive, and when he kissed it, she felt a tingling sensation.

Jiang Wanning neither disliked nor rejected this feeling, letting Fu Chenyuan do as he pleased.

"Miss, whether we've met before or not is not important. What's important is that we're together now."

The bright moon is his now.

“Chen Yuan, I want to paint. You’re right, I couldn’t paint before, but now I want to.” She answered him solemnly.

“Okay, I support you. I will find a teacher for you, Wanwan. You are very talented, and I don’t want to waste your talent. Maybe one day, people will know that there is a painter named Jiang Wanning, but they will not remember me.”

He's just a businessman.

Jiang Wanning hadn't thought that far ahead, but she couldn't help but smile.

“I will remember you. From now on, you will be the most important person in my life,” she said.

Fu Chenyuan's eyes were bright, and the light within them was captivating.

Does she know what sweet nothings she said?

Fu Chenyuan lowered his head and kissed Jiang Wanning's lips without hesitation; he was moved.

Jiang Wanning was startled, but only for a moment. Her eyelashes trembled, and then she obediently closed her eyes.

Fu Chenyuan's hand ran through her hair and supported the back of her head.

He kissed her so hard she leaned back, one hand gripping the hem of Fu Chenyuan's clothes tightly.

She can already respond to Fu Chenyuan.

Her response greatly encouraged Fu Chenyuan to ask for more.

When the two parted, Jiang Wanning's cheeks were slightly flushed.

Fu Chenyuan's lips were also bright red at this moment, making him even more stunningly beautiful.

This made Jiang Wanning imagine how much pleasure Fu Chenyuan must have felt afterward.

Realizing she was thinking about things inappropriate for children, Jiang Wanning quickly coughed lightly, banishing those inappropriate thoughts from her mind.

Fu Chenyuan's fingers gently caressed Jiang Wanning's lips as he softly asked, "Will you hate it when I kiss you like this?"

Jiang Wanning blushed even more, but being an honest and straightforward person, she immediately shook her head: "No. In fact, I do like it."

She liked the feeling of kissing Fu Chenyuan.

He was driven by desire, but also by tenderness, as if he were treating her as a precious treasure, unwilling to let her suffer even the slightest harm.

Upon hearing this, Fu Chenyuan chuckled softly.

"Wanwan, you are so cute."

As he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Jiang Wanning's lips.

If you like it, then kiss it more.

I didn't expect his wife, Mrs. Fu, to be so honest.

Jiang Wanning clung to Fu Chenyuan's clothes, almost unable to breathe. Her eyes were watery, and her lips were red and moist, making one want to magnify her into one's very being.

Fu Chenyuan managed to restrain himself and pinched Jiang Wanning's ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed: "Go and paint, I'll go and take care of company matters."

"Mmm." Jiang Wanning responded obediently, and as the heat on her face slowly subsided, she began to color the painting from yesterday.

She was very careful with every stroke of her pen, and the scenery on the paper gradually came to life, while the figures began to look more realistic and beautiful.

Once Jiang Wanning got absorbed in the moment, she couldn't care less about Fu Chenyuan.

She could almost hear Fu Chenyuan making a phone call. He was speaking in a low voice, so it wasn't noisy. Instead, it made Jiang Wanning feel at ease, knowing that someone was there for her.

Jiang Wanning finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the last stroke.

She named the painting "Close Friend".

The people in the painting, Fu Chenyuan, Lu Heng, and Gu Lingyang, are close friends.

She and Su Zhihan are close friends.

There was no one else besides them.

The clicking sound of a phone taking a picture rang in my ears.

Jiang Wanning looked over in the direction of the sound and saw Fu Chenyuan standing by the window with his phone, taking pictures of her and Jing Du.

Seeing that she was looking over, Fu Chenyuan walked over.

He stood beside Jiang Wanning, staring at the painting for a long time without saying a word, making Jiang Wanning feel a little nervous.

"W-what's wrong?"

Fu Chenyuan tilted his head slightly: "Wanwan, you really have a talent for painting. It's a real pity you're not going into this field."

Her teacher said the same thing when she minored in art.

Jiang Wanning nodded vigorously: "I love painting. Shen Yuan, I will take this path."

She had already made up her mind, but Fu Chenyuan's encouragement and support made her even more determined.

Jiang Wanning took out her phone, took a picture, and posted it in the group chat.

Yesterday, the five of them created a chat group.

As soon as it was sent, the group chat went wild.

Five people, but they acted like there were five hundred. The group chat was constantly filled with messages and compliments.

Jiang Wanning couldn't help but smile happily.

Having her work appreciated by others fuels her creativity and passion.

After she finished the painting, Fu Chenyuan didn't let her take it with her, saying that someone would frame it and hang it in the studio.

"If you want to paint here in the future, come to this studio. It's reserved for you."

In fact, this studio was specially prepared by Fu Chenyuan for Jiang Wanning, although at that time he thought Jiang Wanning would never need it.

After returning, Fu Chenyuan got busy.

Xia Rushan has a very positive attitude. Every day, under the guidance and care of the rehabilitation therapist and caregiver, she exercises actively, hoping to recover as soon as possible and attend Jiang Wanning's wedding like a normal person.

That day, Jiang Wanning received a call from an unknown number. When she answered and heard the voice on the other end, she was stunned.